Hand Tattoos

August 6, 2010

Hand tattoos tell the story of a criminal
Everything about him is open nothing subliminal
HARD on the right hand, LIFE on the left
Bullet holes make the circles and a gun makes the F
Crocodile hands similar to his father
He lived as a preacher and died as a martyr
Didn’t have the chance to tell his son there’s a tomorrow
He learned today only mattered and he wanted it regardless…
Of size, need or want he became heartless
Burned bridges something like California forests
Friends don’t trust him, mom has forsaken him
Fire burns his surroundings, child close to hating him
But he has tunnel vision nothing matters but the bottom line
He sees great distances, but no finish line


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